Page 2 of Daring Her Vampires (Embracing The Bond #12)

Chapter Two

Sally

M ost people underestimate me. They see a short, blonde, slim rabbit shifter and make assumptions.

My boss, Quinn, a bear shifter, wasn’t sure it was the best choice to hire me, but I insisted.

I work at his investigation agency as a receptionist. It may seem like a cushy, easy job.

Let me tell you, it’s depressing as hell.

Quinn specializes in helping women escape their abusive partners.

I admire what he does, but every day, I see his clients in tears.

The terror on their faces makes me want to hunt the fuckers myself; Quinn told me I couldn’t do that.

One of those women is with him in his office, spilling all the horrible things her husband has done to her.

Quinn will take her case and nail the fucker for all he has done.

A few husbands or boyfriends of our clients have paid us a visit to yell at Quinn.

Some have tried to get physical with him, which is a big mistake.

Quinn always wins. One guy backed me against the wall, and I had the pleasure of kneeing him in the balls.

In such a stressful atmosphere, I choose to lighten the mood by wearing what I call my ‘sexy office clothes. ’ Today, I’m wearing my tight red skirt that hits my knees, sexy black jeweled high heels, and a red blazer with a deep vee.

The button on my top sits between my breasts, so I do not need a shirt underneath.

The days of shoulder pads are gone, thank goodness, so my blazer fits like a dream.

My shoe straps wrap around my calf, and my hair is wavy.

My necklaces are silver and dangle in my cleavage.

To match my outfit, I went dramatic with my makeup and put on my best red lipstick.

It doesn’t smear even if I am sucking on a lollipop as I’m doing now.

My feet are crossed on the desk, and I’m flipping through a magazine propped on my lap.

“Sally,” Quinn calls as he opens his door, stepping out and shutting it slightly. “I need to escort Meg to her car and make sure he didn’t put a tracker on it.”

“Sure thing, Boss.” I smile brightly, and his eyes begin to roll. “I’ve got it covered.” His roll turns into a glare as he looks at my feet on the desk.

“Right,” he grumbles. His grouchiness is just a cover for his soft heart. “Remember, Shade is sending someone to discuss a case today.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.” I widen my eyes innocently and blink twice.

“Is that possible?” he asks.

I shrug. “Probably.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles and returns to his office. Seconds later, he comes out with a pretty blonde. He points down the hallway to the back door, and Meg shuffles in that direction, her head lowered.

Poor girl. When Quinn has clients he believes are in immediate danger, he takes them out the back door.

It’s less visible. If it’s unsafe for them to go home, he sets them up in a safe house.

He has numerous employees behind the scenes.

I’ve only met two of them, Kade and Cash.

They are intense, quiet tiger shifters who help the women stay safe until the danger passes.

All the shifters here are gorgeous, and they are no exception.

I thought about trying to sass them just to see what would happen.

Shade is an appropriate name for the man.

He’s mysterious and works in the background.

I don’t know what kind of shifter he is or where he lives, but he seems to know a lot about the family.

Quinn has worked with him but doesn’t reveal much.

The dragon shifters, Kingston and Maverick, have worked for Shade for years; unfortunately, none of my meddling has caused them to spill the beans about him.

I release my sucker with a pop, prop my elbow on the desk, and twirl it in the air while I look at a fabulous outfit on the page. As much as I love the internet, thumbing through a magazine brings back the days of lying in the grass, getting baked by the sun.

The door flies open, and every fucking hair on my body stands up. Slowly turning my head, I stare at the two men who stalk through the door. Yummy, hot-as-fuck men. My lips part, and my body lights up. I can’t move or talk as I watch them come closer.

Vampires.

My mates.

What the fuck?

Shifters and vampires know the second they are within the presence of their mate just by scent alone.

There is also a knowing in our gut that they belong to us.

Vampires don’t necessarily have a scent, but a lack of one, a void.

If you haven’t been in the presence of one, you wouldn’t know that they are different, except for the otherworldly beauty they possess.

I know these vampires are meant to mine.

The closest one has dark blonde hair, slicked back, and intense, light-brown eyes.

His black suit enhances the tight muscles of his frame; the vest, jacket, and tie would look stuffy on anyone else.

The chain with a locket and the combat boots only add to his powerful effect.

Even though he is completely covered, his tattoos peek out of the neck of his shirt, and his hands are covered in ink.

I stare at his watch, thinking it’s about fucking time I get a mate.

As if in slow motion, he leans over the desk, his hands braced on the surface, and wraps his mouth around my sucker.

My numb fingers easily give it up without a fight.

I stare at his mouth as he sucks in his cheeks for a moment before using his tongue to place the treat in his cheek.

Dazed, I turn my head when I feel fingers tracing the straps on my ankles.

He’s bigger than the other vampire. His hair is a lighter blonde, longer on top and short on the sides.

His eyes are brown, too, but darker, with long, dark eyelashes.

His hands are ink-free, and I can’t tell if he has any under his clothes.

He isn’t wearing a tie, and the white dress shirt is blinding underneath his black leather vest, black pants, and black boots.

Thick leather cuffs cup his wrists, and I think about the dirty things he could do with them.

He smells like the leather he wears. His finger strays from the strap, grazing my skin, and my mouth snaps shut.

I swallow harshly because I know they can smell how wet I am.

They could both pick me up with one hand, and that image causes makes my body temperature rise.

“Little Bunny. You are mine.” My eyes connect with the man at my feet.

“And mine.”

I turn to the other.

“It’s good we learned to share our toys as children, Luca,” the vampire at my feet says.

“Good thing,” Luca mumbles.

“Your name?” I rasp, twisting my foot and capturing his finger under my strap.

“Rabbit has tricks, Atlas,” Luca says. I lick my lips and watch the candy rotate to the other side of Luca’s mouth. “You gonna show us another, Tricks?”

Pulling my foot free, I carefully stand, paying no attention to the papers that fall to the floor, and lean over the desk.

Reaching over, I carefully pull the sucker from Luca’s mouth, and he touches his tongue to his fang.

I take a long, slow lick, once, twice, and watch his eyes narrow as he stares at my mouth.

A cool hand glides over my hip and stops in the middle of my back. Atlas leans close.

“Keep teasing,” he grits out. “We’ll bend you over the desk and fuck you right here.

We won’t care about the bear walking in.

” I press my lips around the candy and tilt my head toward him.

He lifts his hand and pulls the stick. Giving up the candy game, he gently rubs it over my bottom lip.

“You smell like cherries.” He drops his hand, throwing the candy on the desk.

“And not because of that. Makes us want to taste. Luca, do you want to taste cherries?”

“I want more than a taste,” Luca growls.

“Mmm…” Atlas grazes his thumb across my lip and licks his finger. “Delicious.”

“You don’t know me, but when you do,” I start, standing straight and stepping back. “I don’t fuck in front of anyone but the person I am with. Quinn would definitely not enjoy it. I appreciate your wish for a taste, but I didn’t give my permission yet. I can imagine both of you taste like sin.”

“What’s your name, Little Bunny?” Atlas asks.

“Why? Are you going to use it?” I sass.

He shrugs. “Maybe.” Luca suddenly appears behind me, pressing against my back. He rubs his cheek over my hair, his mouth at my ear.

It would decrease my badass status if I passed out from extreme desire.

“Fuck, this is going to be fun, Tricks,” he rumbles.

Sweet Jesus.

“Sally,” Quinn snaps. I missed him returning, so wrapped up in my vampires. Shit. Not mine. Yet. “Come here.” The vibe in the room registers. “Now.”

“I will kill you if you touch her,” Luca states.

“What the fuck? Who are you?” Quinn takes a step. “Sally, step away.” I don’t want them to freak out, so I move away from Luca, closer to Quinn, but still close enough to the vampires.

“We came to speak with you. Shade sent us,” Atlas replies, moving toward me.

“Sally is our mate,” Luca says, narrowing his eyes.

When a vampire finds his mate, they have very little restraint.

It’s unknown how the two of them will act.

I can tell they don’t listen to demands easily.

When Micah met Daisy, he didn’t want her out of his sight.

He claimed her and moved her into his place minutes after.

“Fuck.” Quinn drops his head back. “This is going to be bad,” he whispers to the ceiling. “You're willing to share her?” He straightens, looking between Atlas and Luca.

“Yes,” Atlas says, grabbing my hand as I try to pass him. “I share everything with my brother.”